Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
590My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

[They fight again]

Joan la Pucelle. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
595I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
[A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers]O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
Help Salisbury to make his testament:
600This day is ours, as many more shall be.

[Exit]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
I know not where I am, nor what I do;
A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
605Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
Are from their hives and houses driven away.
They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
610[A short alarum]Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
615Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
[Alarum. Here another skirmish]It will not be: retire into your trenches:
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
620For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
In spite of us or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
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